Meet Zen...read her story and enjoy Born in what is now known as India Zen, is a creature well versed in life and death. Her mother whom she never knew was a courtesan as she her self grew to be. Her father was suspected to be a European cleric long gone by the time of her birth. Her mother died shortly after her birth and she was put into the care of the proprietors of a pleasure house. She grew up pampered and and loved. Raised in a house specializing in training the finest courtesans in the land. Prized for her intelligance, charm and beauty she grew to be one of the finest.

As she grew into adulthood she gained both social and political power. Her lovers were many and among the most powerful men in the land. She was loved by many and lusted after by more butl; never tamed nor tethered. Until the night that He arrived at her door. After his arival, nothing would or could ever be the same.

Her sire Marcus was the most beautiful creature she had ever laid eyes upon. With long black hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He spoke with the lilting brogue of the celts and seemed to be beauty incarnate. With one look she fell headlong into the pool of his gaze and spent a long time hauling herself out. It took little time for him to steal her heart and bring her into the night with him. Together they traveled Europe and Asia wreaking havoc in their wake. Until one fateful evening when he decided it was time she was trained and they set out for the mountains in China.

Their destination was an estate owned by an immortal named Chang. Chang was reknown among the Kindred for his ruthless training of assasins. Under his tutelege the true killer within Zen was awakedned. She wase trained in the arts of torture in addition to her skills as a seductress. She was left near to dawn in the hands of Chang and when her sire did not return for her the following night she knew nothing would ever be ok again. In that den of iniquity she would learn about love, evil and what truly lay in the heart of her sire Marcus. The morning she watched her sire disappear into the mists that was the beginning of the end.

Upon awakening she was put in a room with others including the lovely Khorillion_Blue the first woman she would come to love.. Though Chang had been given explicit instructions not to mar her body but, he gave her no mercy. Her mind became his playground. Every layer of her psyche was laid bare and violated in ways she never thought possible. Yet, something of her sanity remained.

Routinely starved of blood and her mind invaded. She was spared nothing. A lesser creature may have not survived with any sanity left. Night after night the tortures lasted. She was at the mercy of his whim, though most nights he focused his energy on her. Molding her into the killer she would become. With each coming sunrise she grew a bit harder and angrier with her sire. Eventually her sire did come for her. On a night when after being starved for weeks she was near to madness with hunger despair and rage. Spirited away near dawn she was fed enough to sustain her until the next night.

She woke in her sire's arms with the stark realization that he had done this to her. Frantic for the life of Khorillion she begged and pleaded with her sire to return for her. Insane with jealousy Marcus locked her up. Taking her far away to his home in Northern Europe he had grown to hate her in his lust for her. Each sight of her honey colored skin firing the seed of an insane and deadly obsession. When they arrived at his home and she was released there was something new in her gaze. A coldness that had not been there previously. The killer had been born.

She became what her sire had created her for. He called her 'Pretty Death'. She seduced and killed with an ease and grace found thrilling by many. And by him especially. He could send her off in the night to his enemies and watch as they died in her sweet embrace. Nothing seemed to faze her. Torture, innocence nothing stopped her. Any compassion she may have felt for any other living thing had died the night she was taken from Chang.

Her sire again became jealous. She had surpassed him in skill and to add insult to injury she no longer loved him. Her gaze was cold and indifferent. No longer was she his. Unable to stand her indifference to him any longer he attacked her thinking, that she would be an easy kill. Unfortunately for him she was enraged. The battle was long and bothe suffered. But in the end she used her looks to draw him to her bed, then left him tied there while the house burned down around them.

Zen, not caring whether he lived or died gathered up her mortal lovers and fled into the darkness. Thinking she would never lay eyes upon him again.

In her travels she had many adventures with lovers and enemies alike. She settled with her first husband Kesthely and their children. It seemed that all was well, but a cloud formed over their happy existance. Their adopted son Venom was neraly killed by a demon from his past and a old enemy named Syntaca came to have her revenge on Kesthely. As if that were not enough, Barret an incubus from Zen's past returned demanding she give herself to him in exchange for the safety of her new family. Syntaca is dead now,killed by her son in-law Ratt. Their son Venom was taken to hell and put through terrors unknown and returned to earth a mortal boy. Zen embraced him to save him from the terrible fate meted out by the demons that haunted him.

On the heels of Ratt killing Syntaca Zen finally confronted Barret. In a scene straight out her past she tortured him on the floor of a filthy bar. Thinking that would be the last she heard of him her brief sense of peace was shattered yet again. Just as she began to feel safe once more, the news came to her that her husband Kesthely had been killed. If it were not for her family and friends she would have fled into the night in a rage of destruction. Though she remains in this place she is not the same.

It seemed then that she was destined to be alone. Then came an unlikely suitor. Mr.Dead captivated and frightened her in much the same way Marcus had all those long years ago. Here was perhaps a creature who could tame the wildness in her. On the surface all seemed well. Though they fought bitterly at times. And him killing her dearest friend Moloci drove a wall between them. Though either would have been loathe to admit it. Moloci was spared brought back to life by Mr.Dead's own blood. However little did her realize that action pained the woman he loved to her core.

Yet again it was to be grief for Zen, one night before her stunned eyes he was cut down. In the rush of ravens black feathers and blood her lover was gone. It was a long time before she knew the name of the one who had taken him from her. And longer until she layed eyes upon him.

To this point there had been few constant people in her life. Moloci, her dearest friend and future lover would be there through it all. Her first meeting with Invictus, the father of her sire. And all that followed. In time Invictus revealed to her what she had known deep down.

His son, her sire Marcus lived still. Within him the seeds of madness and rage had grown to flower the insanity that consumed him. He found her at his fathers house and came calling to her his voice burning her psyche like the Santa Ana winds. Adora he called her, his intent clear in his words. Somehow after she left him screaming and burning in their house he had convinced himself that she would be his once more. That night they fought, worse than before. But the wounds were not merely physical. Zen took out centuries worth of rage on him. In her rage every little hurt came out, then she did it. It wasn't planned but merely instinct, after stabbing him with a poisoned dagger she took his very soul. Absorbing it into herself. Little did she know the consequence.

As he died his laughter filled her mind as he took residence within her. Watching constantly, murmuring to her. Changing her. Little did he know that Zen has found the one. Years ago an old mage named Lao foretold that she would find the one whom she would give her soul to. Moloci, the pale beauty.Moloci the one who was always there for her, giving her boundless love even when she could not see it. As the pain of her losses subsided and the meddling of her sire abated she realized her deep love for him.

For the first time in what seemed like forever she felt a deep need to share all of herself with another being. In a move brought on by the desperation of a woman in love she gave Moloci the only thing that could save him. A part of her soul. With him she has found a happiness pure and sweet as the sun. Though they do not always agree and have been known to make a mess of their house, somehow it all works. She has become the matriarch of his clan the Casse Couer, and will fight to the death to protect the family.

The echo in her mind of all the pain she has endured still can be heard by her alone. The core of coldness that was buried deep in her psyche has been warmed for now.Her life returned to a state of relative peace Zen has settled in with Moloci at his home. Now another question has come up. What next? She is so happy with her love that she is considering making a bigger move. Are there wedding bells in store for her?

Among this happiness there has been tragedy. The love of her life Moloci is missing. It has been months that she has gone without her lover. And unfortunately the time without him has not been kind. Along with her sanity she is slowly losing the spark of life that has kept her going for all these years. Most recently she has been seen wandering the streets: an unkept wraith of a woman carrying a porceline doll with the likeness of her lover. Please do visit again to find out the fate of this lady. Below you can either read or sign the guest book. And click Here to return to the main page.

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